Jul. 21, 2003 - 2:53 p.m.
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I wrote this last night after feeling drunken and weird and spending the evening with someone who means the world to me.
I love you like I love breath and sunlight and sleep. I love you like I love the feel of warm water on my naked skin. I love you like I love the taste of mangos and cupcakes and fruit flavoured gelato. I love you like I love the feel of someone's fingers on my head and in my hair, delicately tracing my skin like cotton in the wind. I love you like I love the feel of my cats' fur against my cheek in the morning, when they're purring quietly and sleepily on my pillow. I love you like I love watching things grow from seed, from nothing into seven foot sunflowers. I love you like I love Scotland. I love you like I love the way you softly kissed my shoulder with your perfect lips. I love you like I love my hedgehog slippers, my favourite pair of underwear. I love you like I love the hoodie that smells like you. I love you like I love the feeling of ending a long and strenuous run, when I sit down to feel the blood coursing through my body, the rush in my head. I love you like I love a hot bath. I love you like I love the mountains. I love you like I love the feeling of being in the mountains, rushing down the hill as fast as I can with snow in my hair, the sun in my eyes, and my heart in my throat. I love you like I love chocolate and cranberry juice. I love you like I love singing. I love you like I love my ten fingers and ten toes. And though this seems to set my love defined, I love you more than all these things combined.
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